Mondays (Yes, I know it’s Tuesday)
I feel like I’m living my life in Mondays.
Just Monday to Monday, waiting for his train to get here or mine to get there.
And all that’s there in between are work shifts and the occassional day with a friend.
Dropped him off at the station today, then ran to Target to grab a few things, and you know what? I just about broke down in the middle of some stupid nail treatment aisle in Target. My cart was annoying and jumpy, this kid an aisle over was whining, another a few aisles down was crying, two women were just being loud and shrill a few feet away, the girls ahead of me in line couldn’t decide if they wanted what they had… and my boyfriend is gone until next Monday.
And work. Work is slightly annoying. A coworker texted me Monday night asking if I was working Tuesday. I texted back, “I’m not. I can’t work Tuesdays” all the while Dave is lying in bed next to me (cause it’s almost midnight). Then this morning, waking me up, I get a call with Work on the caller ID. I ignored it. An hour later, same thing. I ignored it. The one day I tell them I can’t work, I’m not picking up the phone. I’ve chatted with just about every cashier there, I know about their relationships, and they know mine. Hell, two or three even ask me on Mondays if I’m going to Connecticut or if he’s coming here. Leave me alone.
Today was amazing though, before I had to drop him off.
I know you don’t need a guy to feel sexy, but it sure doesn’t hurt. While I’m still a bit uncomfortable being completely naked, he can make me feel a bit more each time. I was getting up, and looking for clothes, so I grabbed the sheet to put around me. My hair was a mess, and it was just a very Movie!Cliche moment. I was giggling like crazy, he was laughing, and he said, “You look so sexy right now, I just want to take your picture.” No, he didn’t, but the look on his face was just… he meant it.
And now I have to wait til Monday to get that again. Because it’s not just the sound of his voice or seeing his text, but the look on his face when he sees me means so much too. It’s the thing I miss the most when we’re not together.
This entire long post can be settled in these words: Long distance relationships suck (but what else can you do?).
